Chapter 047 snow stop and hold snow
When Xu Fengyen harnessed the sword twelve, lone with a sword running, Han Diaoji did not pay much attention to stay in this son, fake power of the Yin, not worth mentioning, Wu family sword mound of the sword art, compared to their own red snake attached to the dragon is not how to say how to say the best, the human cat is more attentive to Xu Fengyen with the dual-phase of the Yin spacing, the two sides, since the heart of the same, each other to feed the cultivation of the not surprisingly, Han Diaoji want to know the two figures can stretch to what length, earlier the Yin dormant in the snow, and Xu Fengnian difference of more than 30 feet, at this time Xu Fengnian seems to come alone, the Zhu-robed Yin is actually far away from the snow. Length, the previous Yin hibernation snow, and Xu Fengyen difference of more than 30 feet, at this time Xu Fengyen seems to be alone attack, Zhu robe Yin actually distant as a shadow, the pace of the same, ethereal fluttering, Yin a spacious robe, such as the playwright shaking the water sleeve, running water, and always keep 18 feet, not far from an inch is not close to a millimeter, it seems that 18 feet is the two cultivation flow of the best spacing. After sheathing a knife to remove armor, Xu Fengyen did not rush out the second knife, three zhang outside ten zhang, twelve sword tire perfect Deng Tai’a gift sword, dazzling, trajectory bizarre, harnessing the sword art at its peak, but it is the eight program, the heart and soul of the system, the sword pointed out that Xu Fengyen is actually self-cleared its shortcomings, the opposite way, deliberately distracted distraction, let the flying sword haphazardly spinning and throwing swept and smashed a pass, as if a child’s fight, the shrew’s closed eyes blindly scratching! Face, there is absolutely no chaos in order, Han Diaoji cold smile in his heart, leisurely, stretch out his index finger, pointing in the air, not waiting for a sword close to the body of a zhang, popped out.
Originally Xu Fengnian if he dared to concentrate on the sword, to Han Sable Temple on the finger Xuan realm of perception, there is no need to let this kid eat a lot of pain, finger Xuan, knocking finger ask for immortality, that is only the world respected Taoism bias, finger Xuan subtle, far more than that, everything runs on a meter track, as big as the tide rises and falls, the moon is full and the moon is missing, as small as the flowers blossom and fall, the wind rose up the end of the breeze, the body of the finger Xuan, like the sky falling snow in the eyes of the Han Sable Temple, as long as the line of sight In the eyes of Han Diaoji, as long as the line of sight, a piece of snowflakes fall and not fall, in his eyes there are wisps of clear trajectory, this unspeakable trajectory of the intensity, and with the finger Xuan realm high and low related to the first into the finger Xuan, it is fuzzy, long into the finger Xuan, cultivation is gradually thick, it is clearer and clearer, the Wu Family Sword Mound nine swords to break ten thousand cavalry, the battle death of the majority of them, which Wu Caoyuan, the realm of the upper, a lifetime of stopping in the finger Xuan, compared to the two days of the image of the same door, but not the same. Can not be the same day, but the grassland battle, nine people together sword, but he is deservedly “tip of the sword”, under the sword to kill a full 3,700 riders, until Wu Caoan exhaustion and death, only to be replaced by other people to replace the tip of the sword position, Wu Caoan as a generation of the sword crown of the sword service, following the master out of the mound training, not with people technology and martial arts, in the sword crown of the fame! After that, alone east of Jieshi, west to see the great river east to look east to the sea, overnight straight into the finger Xuan, and finally rushed to the source of the great river, a man and a sword to follow the great river together with the eastward flow, out of the sea when the finger Xuan climbed to the apex, no wonder posterity jokingly said that Wu Chua-an with a short twenty days to complete the other martial arts people a lifetime to do things. You to Yin object heavenly image cultivation against my Han Diao Temple, that is self-seeking death, to finger Xuan ask my Han Diao Temple, although it has been unique, deliberately another way, but also is just delaying the death.
Han Diao Temple in half an incense burner familiar with the chaos of twelve handles of flying swords of their respective habits, they began to clean up the mess, a heavy foot down, the left hand thumb index finger double finger stretching, unexpectedly hold a flying sword hand tail, regardless of flying sword sharpness quivering, double finger belly a knock together, a sword bang broken, right hand red silk whisking, groping for fish in muddy waters, a hand out, on the winding of the narrow two swords, back to a pull, the two swords in the heart of the human cat fist wringing twist! The two swords are twisted and twisted in the human cat’s fisted hand.
Han Diaoji casually discarded the sword tires destroyed flying sword, cooking plum chopping bamboo horse folding peach blossom, in one fell swoop, snorted: “Deng Tai’a with these twelve swords, only counts the matter.”
Xu Fengyen’s state of mind ancient well, right hand Fuyao, finally mind traction remaining nine swords, in order to immortal caress the big top of the situation in the air smashed to the Han Sable Temple, the left hand of the Beilang knife forward, a sleeve of green dragons, straight to stab the Han Sable Temple. Black man cat face calm, sword rain splash down, but a step out of the sword array, although the nine flying swords in the air after the strike to his back, but Han Sable Temple completely blind, just a big step to meet that a sleeve of green, a palm slap the North Rang blade blossomed out of the strong astral energy, astral energy scattered and exploded, even if Han Sable Temple temples of silver hair wantonly blowing, the man cat as usual with the palm pushed the tip of the North Rang blade on the five fingers into hooks. Clutching the Beiliang Blade, “Beiliang Iron Rider Beiliang Blade, if you change, it’s nothing more than that.”
Not waiting for Xu Fengyen to let go, Han Diaoji raised his hand to lift the knife, a kick in Xu Fengyen’s abdomen, Xu Fengyen himself seems to be unharmed, surrounded by snow is the ripples of qi chaotic as a frying pan, the ground is more bombarded cracks, Han Diaoji frowned, this kid since behind the back of an unsheathed sword, even still unwilling to give up the knife, Han Diaoji palm drive the tip of the knife, retracted back to the knife hilt, such as a crash bell, ruthlessly crashed into Xu Fengyen’s heart, Xu Fengyen was only Pale, eighteen feet away from the Zhu-robed shadowy creature is already sprayed a mouthful of scarlet blood, Han Woliji where will be merciful, turn around a whip leg swept in Xu Fengyen’s shoulder, Xu Fengyen as a rootless duckweed was blown by the strong wind, feet off the ground sideways flying out, but because of the deadly grip on the knife, almost horizontal body wants to go not go, Han Woliji and Xu Fengyen a vertical and a horizontal, the two sides are between the tip of that a knife does not exist in the Northern Liang knife, nine flying swords such as the Moths to the fire, but all pounced on the lantern outside the thick paper, shall not be close to the wick of the human cat, Han Diao Si see this kid do not know how to die to a realm, surfaced a touch of anger, an arm of red silk red snake quickly climbed Beiliang knife, in the palm of the palm of Xu Fengyen is about to be wrapped up in the time, the latter violently held the hilt of the knife with both hands, think of the North Mang met land dragon scroll, the wind rose, rocking the blue sky, that again and again to take the life of the sword practice, Xu Fengyen at the moment, the human form as the Tornado on the ground, both palms in a flash of flesh and blood, Han Diaoji to unchanged to respond to all changes, loosen the tip of the knife, let the palm of the blade tumbling rampage, eyes shady, voice feminine oozing, “good a wine fairy cup hidden tornado, some meaning, no wonder Li Chungang will be impressed by you.”
Han Diaoji was about to kill, southeast direction a green dress drag gun and arrived, Han Diaoji’s finger Xuan finally revealed the great, such as snow heavy than frost, actually in the blink of an eye to their own divine intent crushed one of the flying sword Xu Fengyuan, Xuan Lei sword swept straight drag gun woman, the face of the woman delicately shaking the wrist, the world’s famous Shakuni gun pulled out a brilliant gun flower, one-handed drag gun into two-handed lifting the Shakuni, a gun swept across the thousands of troops, smashed! In the Xuan Lei flying sword above, bang loud sound, the woman with the help of Shana gun rebound, body shape like a gyroscope, avoid flying sword sharpness, spinning out a forward arc trajectory, toes on the ground, high leap, a gun to the momentum of a million pounds towards Han Diao Si head down, all this seems complicated, but are instantaneous changes, Han Diao Si seems to know that Xu Fengyin a fatal blow is not realistic, also lost interest in entanglement, shrinking hand, flexing a finger a pop, will be the palm of the hand! Dragon Scroll Bei Liang knife just popped to the brake gun, not even give a man and a woman to collect the force gap, footsteps floating, one hand gently pushed in Xu Fengyen’s chest, one hand in the air, a knock, directly on the two men each knocked back, a gun shall not be into the green bird to repel the gun in the air to rotate the gun body, the brake gun tip in the ground a little bit, do not wait for the landing of the feet in the air, it is a gun to smash to the neck of the Han Sable Temple, Han Sable Temple cold grunt, although only two strokes, the human cat is obviously already tired of. Apparently the cat has been tired of this female doll do not know the high ground of provocation, left hand on the tip of the gun below a few inches, foot light walk, walk a semi-circle, the gun will be the brake to pour force to hit completely unloaded strength, suddenly bullying and into the figure of a floating woman in green a hand to shoot in the shoulder, there is no mammoth heavenly phenomenon of the cultivation of the woman immediately on the disconnected kite off the hand to fly away, the Han Woliji hold the gun, the woman towards the ground to fall! Throwing out, the speed of the fast, and even there is no what whistling into the wind of the weather, just silent, the bird has long been not Xiangfan City outside the reedbed a campaign of women, a gun seems to be straight through the chest to death, the heart of the clear, the footsteps in the air, actually in the air steady backward skidding, hasty but not woeful, both hands hold the blunt round head of the Shakina gun, the body shape of the diagonal fall to the ground, a foot stepped out of a mud pit, hard to stop the trend! The eyes are red, the meridians retrograde, inverted Shana gun, once again to Han Sable Temple run.
It is really brave to die.
Regardless of how the world is drifting, God is always merciful, so that there is a person in the world, no matter how far away from him, it is worth her life, even if she is in the dead and alive, is still not a step back.
The world’s most foolish is a woman.
Probably infected by the woman in green, earlier still some apprehension at a loss for words Lu Song Wang Lin and others finally woke up, no need to make a sound, when the two riding generals take the lead to start charging and killing, both sides of the elite cavalry under the command of the almost simultaneous launch of the silent charge, no hoots and hollers to strengthen the courage, there is no violent shouting and killing, only a burst of hoofbeats. Han Sable Temple can ignore the young woman’s family gun fairy Wang embroidery of the brake, can ignore those ants cavalry desperation to kill, only can not ignore that the white head of the man’s quiet retreat, when I Han Sable Temple is who? Who do you think I am? You spend money to hook up a few times, only to realize that the family background is not enough, and think of the whole body to retreat? Han Sable Temple killing machine gradually thick, suddenly narrowed his eyes, finally came, the human cat on the inverted Shasta gun blind, on the violent hoofbeats deaf, stopped and stood, looking due east direction of the wagon, there is a not like the Dragon Tiger Mountain that kind of flashy bright simple Taoist robes, the middle-aged Taoist back three swords, only to see him reach behind the back of the top of the sword box, with a smile on his face, “there are distant friends and friends of the snowy night knocking wood door! I heard that the small bark is the most pleasant.”
Said small bark but not small.
Sword idiot Wang Xiaoping this sword handed out, inside and outside the city heard a rumbling continuous rapid thunder.
Wang Xiaoping first practiced sword, will be determined as long as I out of a sword, out of the sword before the sword is a time before the land immortals, a sword in hand, the immortals in my like floating clouds. Therefore, this sword has nothing to do with the finger Xuan has nothing to do with the heavenly image, and the realm has nothing to do with the level, Wang Xiaoping practiced since the sword, has been known in the world for the purity of the sword heart, that is, Hong Zaixiang is also admired, even if at that time, the young master has not yet enlightened self-knowledge of Lv Zu’s reincarnation, but the vision of the bull riding, how ever worse?
The small barking sword starts from Wang Xiaoping, ends at Han Diaoji, like a long rainbow hanging in the sky and the earth.
Shenwu City outside the road, Han Diao Temple or the first time to show a solemn look, Han Diao Temple can be strong crowded into the ranks of the world’s ten, by virtue of his unparalleled advantage in the realm of the fight, is comparable to the Deng Ta’a finger Xuan, to be able to trespass on the killing of heavenly images, so as long as you have not stepped into the high above the Land Immortals, such as the Zhu Cloak of the shadowy things never into his eyes, not to mention the danger of the initiative to avoid the Xuan Yuan Qingfeng. But Wang Xiaoping, the sword for the sword to live and even more not hesitate to die for the sword to carry the great talent of the sword road, not the same. Han Diao Temple respect that hanging air a sword, but also did not have fear, a wave of the sleeve, arm like a snake cave, stripes of red rope as a demonstration of small snakes, snorting. This sword to hide is not to avoid, Han Diao Temple also do not want to avoid, trapped in a big siege of killing opportunities, the face of the crowd pouring endless layers of harsh means, especially at this time Wang Xiaoping a sword momentum as rainbow, is still a smile, raised his hand from the red rainbow, shooting up in the air, and the small Bark.
A flood of bells resounded through heaven and earth!
Shaking the city walls of Shenwu City is another bout of shaking, the wall gap snow once again can not live in peace, rustling down.
Dust flying, black mud and white snow, after the dust settles, Han Sable Temple unharmed, just arm wrapped scarlet seems to fade for a minute or two.
Han Diao Si pulled the corner of his mouth, laughed aloud: “Wang Xiaoping, you this sword is not counted as chopping the dragon? There are still two more swords, so you might as well use them together. After three swords, I will skin and bone you, so that Wudang will lose a peak.”
In the middle of speaking, the crowd realized that the red spear head in the green-clothed woman’s hand was against this old eunuch’s back heart, but it just seemed like it couldn’t be pushed an inch into the flesh.
The shako gun bent out of a striking arc, nearly a full moon, which showed the rigidity of the woman in clear color.
Seeing Wang Xiaoping’s indifference, Han Diaoji knew that with this Wudang Sword Fiend’s mentality, he wouldn’t be galvanized by words, so he stopped talking nonsense and turned his head to laugh calmly, “Female doll, aren’t you afraid of breaking Wang Xiu’s precious relics?”
On the roof of the carriage, the arc of the dead warrior E’s bow is especially better than the Shakura gun, once collapsing the string, the two iron arrows shoot towards the old eunuch who has always been invincible with lightning speed.
The young man staggered back two steps after making the double arrows, the blood vessels in his right arm burst, and a series of blood flowers blossomed out, his face was colorless, and his eyes stared at the human cat that should have died but didn’t.
“The elegant name of the sun and the moon stand side by side, and the common name of the couch is Double Fly.”
Gongzi’s name is just learned and sophisticated, elegant and vulgar, Junior E likes it very much and is very satisfied with it.
Han Diaoji back a step, martial arts extremely committed to pull mountains and rivers, but if the mountains and rivers and then add a feather weight, but also can be crushed to death, this is bent to the limit of the shakuhachi gun immediately crashed, the woman in green swung back, rolled out of the six or seven zhang, a green dress is no longer clean, full of filth and mud, hard to get up and hold the falling shakuhachi gun, the previous inverted lifting the shakuhachi, that is the Wang family’s only school of excellence, Chen Zhi Bao Mei Zi green to purple is also out of this! The only thing is that in his hands, the green is better than the blue and far better than the blue. Wang embroidery life, the biggest regret is not have a biological son inheritance of a masterpiece, which is the external disciple Chen Zhi Bao teach, because the Wang family gun law, need to support the majestic body, seek qi against the flow, is overbearing and unparalleled wild road, the most injuries, the woman’s body is feminine, so damaging to act, is like adding frost, and then Chen Zhi Bao killed the teacher to become famous, Wang embroidery death is far from the outside world thought that death is not close to the heart.
The green bird held the relics for a moment, spat out the turbid air and swallowed back the dirty blood.
Dead soldiers should die.
Han Sable Temple gently hold an iron arrow close to his brow, eeked, because the second iron arrow lost track, even with his nearly unrivaled sharp perception, but also failed to explore the exact.
Casually throwing out the iron arrow that was already present, it pierced the head of a rider in the distance and sent the horse crashing and rolling to the ground. Han Diao Si turned his head and glanced at the young woman who was holding the gun and storing strength, no longer look at more, his eyes coldly looked toward the black pressure to crush the momentum of the brave cavalry, muttered to himself, “human cats can’t be scared of people like this?”
Han Sable Temple rises up on the ground, go potential with Wang Xiaoping small bark a sword like the same, is not the general strong cavalry can resist, a foot down, will be a person and a horse lazy waist slanting stepped off, after the casualties of the horsemen behind a rider can not wait to deflect the direction of the spear without hesitation, Han Sable Temple does not shoot at all, straight forward, will be popped off the hostage horse running a huge momentum of the iron cavalry a spear, the whole horse straight into the body of the Han Sable Temple, like a head on a bronze wall. A head on a bronze wall, the horse immediately killed, horsemanship superb cavalryman dying a fight, a pat on the back of the horse jumped up, a knife chop, do not see Han Diao Si movement, instantly split the body, countless chunks of blood before the landing, Han Diao Si has continued to move forward, straight line on the third rider slightly side out, rely on intuition a knife to the head of this eunuchs in black, only to raise the knife, to the Han Diao Si one hand pushed in the side of the horse, even with a man with a horse to the lateral Thrown out of the air, the fish in the water is a rider on the horizontal side, fell to the ground together, if only this lateral death knell, to the two cavalrymen’s ability is not to die with the horse, but the cat’s hand, how ruthless, wrapped arm red silk a go a back, is to be two prima donna cavalrymen on the spot, five horses divided into corpses in general.
Han Diao Si does not give the first line of cavalry to turn back to the opportunity of the horse gun, and battle and retreat, is clearly to one’s own strength will be a large set of cavalry decapitation of the situation.
The second set of cavalry in the line of sight, such as iron wire slippery cut tender tofu, Wang Lin heavy armor iron horsemen or Lu Song light horsemen, are so fragile.
Wang Lin a brush, an arm with the bronze hammer left the body.
If not for the urgent arrival of Lu Song’s spear to block the red silk, Wang Lin would have to follow in his footsteps, to tear the limbs.
The two leading cavalry generals survived and fought side by side, and instead of moving away from the battlefield, they continued to lean towards the human cat that was one of the three great devils of Spring and Autumn.
Ren Shanyu clenched her teeth, gripped the axe that was seriously incompatible with her delicate body, and took the lead in moving forward to reinforce her, and behind her, Beiliang’s secretly bred retinue followed the delicate woman, drifting towards the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying.
Trapped in a place where the whole army must die, the general will die first. Generals die out, lieutenants die again, lieutenants die out, only dead soldiers!
Far away.
Xu Fengyen squatted on the ground, Beiliang knife was inserted in the side, both hands palms unbearable, almost see white bone. Xu Fengyen turned his head and asked softly, “One incense stick, is it enough?”
The Zhu-robed Yin creature nodded.
Xu Fengyen cupped a handful of snow and buried his face in it.
After standing up, perhaps noticing that the blood and snow wiping his face, the more he wiped, the dirtier it became, he raised his arm and wiped it with his sleeve.
Grabbed the Northern Liang sword.